Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2008 10:39:12 +0000
From: mark Members <markmembers@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: at the cinema 3

During that holiday I began to think that David might be seeing other boys,
or men, apart from me Steve and his Dad. I didn't particularly mind, I had
already grasped the fact that it was his cock that I loved more than him,
indeed it was cock that I loved. Steve's dad was a strange one. I got the
impression that he didn't want to touch him and didn't want to touch anyone
else particularly either. It was wonderfully sexy watching him wanking over
us and I remember thinking that I would have done just that if I had been
in his shoes. I was beginning t be aware of the power that I had , just by
bing young and I resolved at some stage before the holidays were over to
take advantage of it.

In the meantime on the days when David said he had "things to do" there was
always the cinema.

I was now sufficiently bold not to hideaway from everybody and by my third
visit deliberately chose to sit in a row where a middle aged man was
seated. I didn't sit next to him but close enough for him to see that I
might b interested. I was wearing shorts' it was summer after all and I was
14.

It didn't take him long to pretend to have dropped something bend down and
reappear next to me.

"Good movie". He said. I had only seen about a minute of it, a few naked
girls hurling beach balls about, but I nodded at the same time as blushing
with anticipation.

His hand moved on to my knee.  "You've got nice legs," squeezing my knee
and moving lowly up my thigh."I bet you've got a nice cock too "he probably
had a rough idea as it was already straining to escape from my trouser leg
He reached for it, still in my pants, and pushed it back into the shorts.
"Can't have that, can we showing me your little boy's cock. Not that little
either, I'd say. Not as big as this though" and with that he grabbed my
hand and made me grasp his prick. It was circumcised and only half hard as
I wrapped my palm round its heat. I could feel it growing and wanked it
gingerly.

"You like that, don't you? Like to suck it? Let's go to the back. He sidled
out of the aisle with me following obediently. We walked to the small
passageway at the rear of the cinema. Here he pulled my shorts to my knees
and grasped my cock.

"A lovely cut cock, not too many pubes either." He pushed his hand between
my legs and stuck his index finger in my arse."Wank me, go on suck it. He
raised one leg against the back of the seats and thrust his cock towards my
mouth. It was quite beautiful. His glans was quite small but shaped like a
bullet; behind it the shaft broadened to the end of its seven inches
. There was the faintest taste of piss which was new to me. He impaled my
mouth with slow strokes- it felt as if he was filling my entire mouth with
his length.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see a light shining the usher's torch
as he approached us. I tried to pull my mouth of the stranger's cock but he
was having none of it.

The usher came up to us and shone the torch first of all into my face
before lowering to pick out my cock." Nice," he said and pushed the
stranger's hand away to replace it with his own. With his other hand he
undid the zip on his trousers and produced his own neat flaccid prick, its
foreskin leaving just his piss slit exposed.

"Have we got time to fuck him?"Asked the stranger of the usher.

"Probably not, this is ending in five minutes. I want my sucked tho', move
over."

Looking back I think this may have been the first time I had ever sucked on
a soft cock. It was lovely feeling it grow harder, warmer and longer in my
mouth as I ran my tongue over the ever enlarging glans. The foreskin seemed
to disappear. The usher grabbed the stranger's prick and pumped at the
shaft "You near? "

"If you do that I am, keep going, faster I want to spunk on the boy. He
took the usher's hand from his cock and replaced it with his own and began
to wank manically. There was a gasp a shoot of silver sperm that seemed to
be held up in mid air before landing on my face and then more and more.

This seemed to encourage the usher who redoubled his pumping; even so the
lights were beginning to go up as he finally reached his orgasm and
squeezed his spunk down my throat.

The cinema was practically empty at that time, probably not more than a
dozen at most; but I knew then as I know now that everyone of them knew
what had been going on and that everyone of them wished they had been party
to it.